An exercise in knowing oneself.

I like pretty things. I like strong things. I like color. I like coffee. I like men's hands. I like being with Jordan the best. I like good questions, but I like great answers better. I like typing. I like drawing naked people. I like watching a friend of mine set up a photograph. I like roses. and organized gardens. I like running. I like laying in the sun. I like porches. no, I love porches. I like dancing, slightly intoxicated. I like reading. I like pizza. I like looking really pretty. I like people with style. Kind of hate them too. More like though, I guess. I like what children look like. I like lips. and skin. I like fields of grass. I like the mountains. I like Dad dancing, and Will. I like Polaroid photographs. (how could you not? who doesn't? who wouldn't?) I like sushi. I like dreaming about love and romance and adventure and wars and creating and laying in the sun with someone and homes and children and music yet to be written and colors and styles and pictures from the future. Yup I do.
What else? I love my piano. I love the newer Pride and Prejudice. I love Patrick. I love my black short boots. I love photographs and good drawings. I love sleep. I love Jordan and Luke's little pea brain baby. I love the hope of living like a disciple. I love Joseph's music. I love traveling far, far away. I even love jet lag... I love fires, and baths. I love beautiful and tasteful interiors. I love huge beds. I love red hair. I love the idiosyncrasies of my friends. I love stories about miracles. I love hearing about the work of God on the earth today. I love starbucks coffee. (yes i do.)
I hate hypocrisy. I hate snobbery. I abhor gossiping. I hate bratty-ness. I hate pettiness. I hate spiders and moths. I hate false representations of God. I hate lies. I hate it when people believe lies. I hate negativity. I hate the struggle for faith. I hate broken things. I hate how hard life is. I hate bad piano music. I hate being pushed to make decisions by people who refuse to. I hate selfishness. I hate lack of design. I hate bad design. I hate the weird thick cloud of lies enmeshing the western judeo-christian mind, keeping it down, keeping it content, keepin it scared, keeping it powerless. I hate that it has me. I hate when God doesn't heal people that I want him to. I hate bad jobs. I hate bad bosses. I hate that I can't make my posts go all the way across the page of my blog. I hate walking. Okay..... y'all come on back from that dad-burned G.S. weekend now.